So, here is my deal.... I swear by Victoria’s Secret perfume- Rapture. I can't function without a daily trip to the treadmill, even if it is only for 30 minutes. Although, nothing irritates me more then annoying people who like to run beside me on the next treadmill when there are 20 others available. I assume most people just like to be close to ME ;) I have a dog-named "Allie" who is one of the single most important creatures that holds my family together. Notwithstanding that, I get from point A to B by thinking aloud or answering other people’s questions in my head. (I know, this makes no sense whatsoever) My brain operates in a constant state of (Did I turn this appliance off and what did I forget to bring with me) which obviously accounts for my obsessive-compulsive disorder. I am hopelessly naive, but yet hold grudges for the longest amounts of time. It must be the Italian in me. Some would say- I am quite the exhibitionist, but hey there is never a bikini/ daisy dukes contest I won’t seriously consider entering. This is because bikini contests are my true passion. Come to think of it, I exist, that is, because my life is one laughably interesting series of one drama after the next.I befriend just about anyone who is willing to tell me a funny story. I enjoy reading magazines such as Good Housekeeping, Woman’s Day and Redbook (I know, it’s hurrrting)- and all books extremely romantic with many twists and turns along the way. I incessantly question everything by asking my friends and family “Are you sure?†or "Will I die?" I attempt making random crafts in the grand pursuit of maybe this gingerbread house will make it BIG and give me my millions. I enjoy eating spaghetti oh’s when I get sick because it makes me feel better. I am your true definition of a worrywart and am the exact opposite of being anything laid back. This could be why I turn to chocolate, as some sort of therapy—doesn’t work, but at least it contains the “feel good†chemical. My friends will always be my soul mates. I love my friends and family more then life itself. I often wonder where does the time go? “Life, unfortunately, is but a fleeting minute...I recommend loving (particularly someone, and not something) long and hard.â€
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